Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-04-02
thrones facing histhrone, His name

inscription on every banner. Ills
landing place IL cattle-pen malodo
rous with unwashed brutes, and
dogs growing in and out of the
stable. Born of weary mother
who had journeyed eighty miles i'll
severe unhealtll thatshe might find
the right place for the Lords Ma
tivity-horn, not as other princes,
under the flash of y chandelier, but
under u lantern swung by rope to
the roof Of the barn. In thai place
Christ started to save you. Your
name. Your, face, your time Your
eternity, in ChriSt'S mind. Some
times travelling on u mule', back to
escape Old Herod'S massacre, some
times attempting nervous sleeper
the Chilly hillside. sometimes earn
ing his breakfast by the carpentry
of a plough. In Qnarantanla the
stones OF the field, by their shape
and color, looking like the loaveS
of bread, tantalzing his hunger
Yet all the time keeping on after
You. With lrenched coat trcadlng
the snrt of GeneSSaret. IIowled af-
ter by blood thirsty mob. De
nounced as Il drnnkard. Mourning
over j, doomed city, while others
shout ed a the sight of the Shimmer-
ing towers. All the time coming
on and coming or to save you. In.
dicied as being Il traitor against
government, pcrjuretl witnesses
swearing their souls away to insure
his butchery. Flogged, spit on.
slappedint the face, anG then llosted
on rough lumber, in the sightof
earth, aud heaven and hell, to pur-
elias, yonr eternal emancipation
From the first infant step TO the
last step of manhood on the sharp
spike OF Cavalry,a journey for YOU.
Oh, how he cared for your soul
BY dolorouS arithmetic add up the
stable, Tie wintry tempest, the mid
nigh. dampness, the abstinence of
forty days ilom food, the brutal
Sauhedrim, the heighths Of Col
gotha, across which the hatreds of
eart,and all the inries of hell charg
ed with their bayonets, and then
dare to say again that no man cares
Tor your soul.
A young man might as well go off
from home and give his father and
mother no intimatlon as to where
he has gone, and crossing the seas,
sitting down in some foreign coun
try, cold, sick, and hungry and lone
~, saying: My father and mother
don't care anything about me-" DO
not care anything about him! Why
that fathers hair has turned gray
since his son went of. He has writ.
ten TO all the conSulS in the foreign
ports, asking about that son. Does
not the mother care anything about
him! He has broken her heart.-
She has never smiled since he went
away. Ali day long ard almoStall
night she keeps asking, Where is
be7 Where can he be? lie is
the first thought in her prayer and
the last thought in her prayer-the
first thought i'll the morning aud the
last at night. She says: "Oh.
Goa. bring back my boy! | must
see him again before die. Where
is Be! ] must see him again be
for. die" Oh, do not his father
and mother care for him7 1ou go
away nom your Heavenly Father,
and you think he does not care for
YOU because you will not even read
the letters by which he invites you
to come back, while all heaven Is
waiting and waiting for you to re-
turn. A young man SAID to bis
fathel: II am gong of; will write
to you at the end OF seven years
ana tell where | am" Many years
lave passed aloug since that son
w:at away, and for Years tue father
has been going TO the depot III the
vi;.asc Oh the alrval0tevery train,
ala when lie bears the whistle Ill
TIL: distance lie is thrilled with eX-
ciicment, and he waitSuntl all the
passengers have couIe out, and then
he walls until the train has gone
ou5ofSight again. and then lie goes
home, hastering back to the next
train: and lie will be at every train
until That sou comes back, unless
The sou waits until the father be
dead. But oh the greater patience
OF God! He has been waiting for
YOU, rot seven years, not nine years,
bat for some Of you, twenty years,
thirty years, forty years, fifty Years
waiting, calling-waiting, calling,
until nothing but omDipoent pa
Hence could have endured it,
Oh, my brolhcr do not take the
sentiment of my teAt as yourSenti-
1nent. We do care for your SOUL
One Sabbath night years ago in my
church in Brooklyn, a young man
appeared at the end of the plat.
form, and he said to me: Il have
lust cone off the sea-" | said:-
"\Vleu did you arrlvew Said he:
IL came into port this afternoon. |
was in a great blow OIL Cape Hat
terasthis last week, and thought
that / might as well go to heaven
ms to bell. l thought the ship
would sink; but, SIT, l never very
seriously thought about my soul
until to- night" said to binl:-
"po you feel that CLristis able and
willing to save you?" sob yes,"
he replied, 81 do" .'Well,p l said,
''now are you willing to come and
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